Dark Angels
DARK ANGELS
Dark angels watch over my soul.
Dark spirits black and cold.
Dark voices of ice
that call in the night.
Sirens of doom,
prophets of gloom,
unceasing in their prayers,
calling, always calling.
Words of doubt and songs of fear.
Dark tidings ever near.
“The brightest day is darkest night.
The end is near with no hope in sight.
Pick up the blade.
make them stop.
All is lost, all is rot.”
“Let me be!” I plead.
My cry they spurn and return
to trouble my weary mind,
to accuse me of my latest crime.
A moment of rest.
A moment of sleep.
My hope returns.
Their voices a memory,
until the night.
Thirsty for blood
And bits of my soul
my darkest angels
cry bloody tears singing tales of woe
Release me from the crushing vice
of sinful deeds
and sinful rites.
Let my heart be whole again
and happy days return.
For I wander
with dark companions
in the longest night.
Lost in my dreadful plight.
There must be an end to this sad tale
There must be better days ahead.
Until that time when joy is mine
I am desolate with my friends.
The angels fear and woe.
Copyright © Bryan Griffin | Year Posted 2014
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